Post by Cooler on Oct 21, 2010 15:34:00 GMT -5
Piccolo departed from his perch in a large maple tree, and slowly drifted towards the earth. His black dress shoes levitated above the muddy grounds of the forest as he walked back towards civilization. His feet walked as he hovered inches above the ground, passing the last of the oaks and maples. Once he reached a clearing he dropped to the ground and continued onward, not knowing where he was going. It was a bright day, and Piccolo stuck out among the nice bright colors. However there was one thing that seemed out of place, as Piccolo got closer he would have smelt rotting flesh had it not been for his gasmask. ‘What is a breast doing out here, has someone mutilated a body?’ Piccolo asked himself in disgust. Piccolo scanned the area with his normal vision, pushing aside bushes and scouring the tall grass. All that he found was another breast which meant that it was simply torture. While Piccolo loved torturing evil people he did it in other ways than such a crude fashion. Someone was now giving his evil actions a bad name, and that was something Piccolo wouldn’t allow. ‘Maybe it was that power level that has been tracing me for some time’ Piccolo thought to himself, he hadn’t been close enough to the scene of the battle to trace the powers that were there. ‘How did they get past me?’ Piccolo thought to himself as he frowned under the mask. Determined to find some answers Piccolo took to the sky, and began his search for the power he had felt before. It would only be a matter of time before Piccolo found him, but once he found him how could he be sure he was the one tarnishing his reputation? Well, Piccolo just didn’t care.
3 hundo
3 hundo